Steinopoly

Search and Seizure

Search and Seizure

Wikus Louw was fast asleep at 3am on Saturday morning, the 9th of December 2017. He lay in a drunken stupor from emptying his whiskey bottle the night before. He woke up to loud knocking and shouting at his front door but struggled to register what was going on. Not seconds later he heard a loud crash as the special operations team bashed the door down to gain entry into his home. Two dozen officers entered the Louw mansion with Detective Mark Sidd at the helm. Having been violently nudged awake by his wife, Wikus Louw ran to the front door in his pyjama’s and slippers, with his wife close behind clutching, at her robe.

“What on earth are you doing? Do you have any idea how much that door cost! It was hand crafted and imported, only one of a kind! Who do you think you are, barging in like this?” he argued with the officers.

He wasn’t finished yet. “I’ll have my lawyer on all of you for this!”

Before he could utter another threat, Detective Sidd held out a warrant for the search and seizure of anything related to Hillstrong Holdings or business acquisitions in Wikus Louw’s personal capacity or related party companies or trusts. The warrant allowed a search of the entire premises and the confiscation of any and all items – whether paper, electronic, storage facility, physical items or anything else at the discretion of the detective in charge – that might serve as evidence before a court of law for the allegations of irregular accounting practices, fraud and illegal dealings in connection with Hillstrong Holdings. In summary, the warrant gave Detective Sidd and his team all powers necessary for a comprehensive search and seizure of anything at the Louw mansion.

Wikus Louw was fuming. He grabbed the warrant and looked at it as if he were going to instantly find a loophole, but then thought better of it and immediately called his lawyer.

Detective Sidd instructed his team to commence with the search and seizure. “You have all been briefed on what we are looking for. If you have any questions, call me immediately. Based on the size of this house, it is going to take a couple of hours. Don’t break anything. I am not in the mood to fill in any extra paperwork. You may get started!”

Six teams of four people set to work in different directions. Detective Sidd had procured a blueprint of the house that illustrated the different rooms he had allocated to his teams of men and woman to operate in. It wasn’t twenty minutes when an elderly man with greying hair entered the Louw mansion through where the front door used to be. He was dressed in a lawyer’s suit and holding a briefcase. He walked inside quickly and looked around for two people: Detective Sidd, being the man in charge, and his boss, who had impressed urgency on him getting there. He stood there out of breath. It seemed like he might have run there out of desperation to avoid disappointing the man who paid his fees.

“I am Hendrik van der Merwe, Mr Louw’s legal representative. People call me ‘H’. You are, I assume, Detective Mark Sidd?” The detective nodded and shook hands with the old man. “I would like to have a copy of the warrant for my perusal. Let me warn you, one step outside of the authority of the four corners of that document and I will hold you and your team personally liable for any damages or reckless exposure of the business affairs of Mr Louw. Do I make myself clear, Detective Sidd?”

Again the detective nodded and watched the lawyer scurry off to find his employer. Detective Sidd had been more than expecting that encounter. In fact, he had been counting on it.

Detective Sidd stood silently for a moment in his dark blue parker jacket with the words DETECTIVE printed in white and bold on the back. He stroked his moustache with his forefinger and thumb and admired the house. He started walking around the Louw mansion. The artwork, ornaments and furniture were valued at a few hundred million Rand alone. Original parquet flooring and Persian rugs covered the floor throughout. Every room contained either couches or high-backed chairs, with antique and expensive-looking side-tables to match. Crystal chandeliers hung in the entrance hall from a ceiling at the top of a double story wooden staircase.

He knew where he was most interested in looking – the home office – and found it after ten minutes of walking around and getting lost due to the number of passages, the size of the house and the distraction of all of its contents. The home office itself was about the size of half of the detective’s entire house. Bookshelves with books and memorabilia covered two walls, and there were more Persian rugs, two fire places and dark brown leather couches. He could only imagine that this was where Wikus Louw and his associates sat and drank whiskey and smoked cigars while discussing the various multi-billion Rand deals he was so famously known for. The room had a view through four large floor-to-ceiling glass doors that led out to a balcony.

At the far end of the room was a massive desk where the man himself would sit. Detective Sidd remembered reading in a magazine article that the imported desk was made from six different types of wood, including ebony and elm, with a glass top to finish it off, and was valued at over two hundred thousand dollars.

The rest of the office was much the same: paintings on the walls valued at millions of dollars or pounds, depending on their origin. The theme of the office was a mixture of wealth and Afrikaans heritage. Next to an old hunting rifle on the wall hung a magnificent oil on canvas painting of a man dressed in French attire, rearing a horse and pointing upwards, titled “Napoleon Crossing the Alps” and dated 1801. Surrounding the artwork were various photographs of Wikus and his friends at luxurious wine estates and many of him shaking hands with other famous people, leaders of countries, and other worldwide billionaires. These photographs hung above shelves of glass trophies for the various merger and acquisition transactions that he concluded for Hillstrong Holdings.

Detective Sidd approached the desk and sat in the high-back leather chair. He had never felt such comfort. If his office had a chair like this he would retire from investigations and be more than happy with a desk job. On the desk was a state-of-the-art office phone, a laptop, a desk calendar with writing on certain dates as reminders for meetings.

The previous month’s calendar had been ripped off unevenly and there was an impression on the current month’s page from a previous month’s entry. He couldn’t read it all, but it seemed to be a conference call with someone whose initials were “FH”. He would get his team to send that to the lab. He could take a pencil and lightly rub over it and the writing would appear easier to read, but decided to leave it to the experts.

Also on the glass-topped wooden desk were three gold ornaments. Two formed a set illustrating a bull and a bear, the symbols representing different views of the stock market. The third was a golden fish of some sort, about the size of a coffee mug and rendered in incredible detail. He was fascinated by the scales and level of detail. The golden fish was attached to a red velvet base with a small plaque that read “Become the Dragon”. He picked it up; it was as heavy as one would think a chunk of solid gold would weigh. If it wasn’t solid gold, it must be damn close to being so.

He went through the drawers briefly, but nothing was out of the ordinary. He leaned back in the chair and swiveled around looking at the bookcases behind the desk and the various books and ornaments that lay upon the shelves. He was admiring the detail of the wood again when something caught his eye. If he hadn’t been in that exact position he might have missed it. There was a strand of material that the light above the desk had caught, squashed between the bookshelves. He ran his fingers over the wood – it was perfectly smooth. It would be highly unlikely that any piece of clothing would catch and leave behind a thread, or even fluff, unless the shelves were either damaged or… if they were moved apart. He looked around for any sort of handle or button that could prove him right. He called one of his team members to come to the office with the blueprints of the house. According to the house plans, there shouldn’t be anything behind this bookcase besides a brick wall.

He was hoping to find something incriminating behind this bookshelf. As the bookshelves were floor to ceiling and covered the entire back wall of the office, it was impossible to look behind them. Was the piece of material sufficient to justify taking these expensive shelves apart? Was his hunch worth the risk of being held personally liable for damage to these exquisite wood features? He didn’t want to imagine what they had cost.

“Call Mr Louw here, please,” he instructed a member of his team.

A few minutes later Wikus Louw and his lawyer entered the office. “Mr Louw, is there anything behind this bookshelf?” the detective asked.

It was not Wikus Louw who answered but his lawyer. “I have instructed my client not to answer any questions unless subpoenaed by the courts to do so.”

Hardly surprising. Detective Sidd watched Wikus Louw’s expression, hoping for any sign of fear that they might be on to something, but there was no hint on the face of this professional businessman who bluffed and negotiated billion-Rand deals on a daily basis. It was also difficult to judge any expression on the hungover man’s face. “Very well, Mr Louw, you may leave.”

Wikus Louw and his lawyer turned to leave the office when Detective Sidd noticed a split second glance that Wikus gave to his desk. Did that mean anything? What was he looking at? The ornaments, the calendar, possibly the computer? Well, he guessed he would have to confiscate everything then. Detective Sidd spent another futile half hour looking around the shelves for any hint on how to move them. Nothing was forthcoming.

A team, along with a forensic photographer, entered the office and the photographer took more than one photograph of every single item in the room and of the room as a whole. The team proceeded to search and package all items, paperwork, the laptop, even the office phone. One of his team members told him that certain new phone models, like the one on Wikus Louw’s desk, contained a storage facility or function to record phone calls. If the owner of the phone did not wish to update the recording to a cloud drive, then the model included a micro SD card that would store all the recordings. This model included one, which the forensic personnel removed and placed in a small paper bag.

The team left the office to continue with the rest of the many rooms of the mansion. Detective Sidd could not bring himself to leave the room yet. He once again felt all around the desk and the bookshelves. The room was much emptier after all the items were removed and packaged; there was no secret book lever that opened the door, no ornament attached to the shelf as a handle, like one would see in the movies. If there was something, it had to be some form of button, maybe something even more subtle. As he was pressing on the front side of the bookshelf, at around shoulder height, he heard a faint “click” sound. Just as he’d thought: a pressure switch that would only work if deliberately pressed.

The heavy bookshelf eased its way towards the detective, exposing a walk-in safe. The bookshelf was attached to the safe door. On the metal shelves inside the safe were files of paperwork, stacks of money bound by rubber bands, jewelry, as well as memory cards in specialised cases. He stood back in amazement. He had hit the jackpot.

He again consulted the blueprints of the house to see if there was anything he’d missed. No, the plans were created deliberately to mislead anyone reading them that this walk-in safe existed. He called the team back, along with Wikus Louw and his lawyer.

“Mr Louw, we have found your walk-in safe. My team here is going to photograph everything in your presence and itemise all of the safe’s contents. Thereafter, we are going to package everything and remove it offsite for examination. As the content of this safe appears to be of high value, you will be required to sign off on the itemised document before leaving. I will leave the team and yourself to conclude this process.”

Wikus Louw and his lawyer were speechless and looked very pale. The defeated Wikus Louw nodded and sat down on his leather couch while the special ops personnel unpacked the safe item by item and wrote down a description of each item on the list.

Detective Sidd was satisfied with his find. You can’t beat old school detective hunches, he thought. The rest of the mansion was searched. The items seized would probably be worthless to their case in comparison to that safe and Wikus Louw’s office, but they would in any event take everything for investigation. It was now 6am. He would wait another hour before alerting the public prosecutor, Rhonda Martins, of the events of the morning. For now he would go get himself a hot breakfast and a coffee. He had, after all, earned it.

CHAPTER TWO